3. Prison Term Over
'App? What the hell is this?'
A mysterious notification popped up on my phone.
Normally, I'd ignore it completely, but since it was my release day—a special occasion—I figured I'd click it for shits and giggles.
Du-dung, tap!
—The magpie flies awaaay~! Tap!
The sudden blare of traditional Korean music made me jump, nearly dropping my phone.
I cranked the speaker volume all the way down and glanced at Mom, waiting for the app loading screen.
'What was that? Did she hear?'
Luckily, the wind through the window must've drowned it out.
Still, it felt like getting busted watching porn—my heart went cold.
The eyes are the windows that hold a person's life.
'What the fuck is this?'
Once loading finished, a fancy-looking phrase appeared.
I waited, wondering what it meant, and then it demanded iris recognition.
What a pain-in-the-ass app.
I hesitated, then finally brought my eye to it.
Zzt!
The moment I did, a burning sensation exploded around my eye!
I clutched my eyes with both hands, screaming "fuck fuck fuck" and writhing in agony.
"Ah, son? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"Ugh... nothing, nothing. Eyes on the road. Road."
It felt like liquid bond in my eyes. Tears streamed out.
But after about 10 seconds, the pain vanished like an illusion.
'Fuck! What the hell!'
Did I get jumped on release day or some shit?
I wiped the tears and snatched my phone from the seat mount, glaring at it.
The app screen showed a white background with a classical phrase in the center.
Were they trying to piss me off?
The second I touched the screen in annoyance...
Brring-brring!
Brring-brring!
This time, an old-school flip-phone ringtone blared.
But Mom? She was focused on driving, no reaction—like she couldn't hear it.
'What the fuck is this app?'
For a second, I wondered if I was possessed.
One inexplicable thing after another—even my steel nerves were spinning.
The ringing cut off on its own, then started again through the app.
Furious, I mashed the hold button. And then...
"...! Hey! Can you hear me?! Hey!!?"
"...Fuck, am I losing my mind?"
Right in front of me: my pre-death self.
Highway rest area up ahead.
I bought smokes at the convenience store and ducked into the smoking room corner to talk to the apparition on my phone.
"Phew... So you're Kim Hyung-chul too?"
"Y-yes! I'm Kim Hyung-chul!"
"Same here."
"I-I know that! But why the smokes all of a sudden... Ah, forget it! Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting seven months!!"
The guy on screen—me—talking to me from my old body.
What, some virtual YouTuber bullshit?
Hard to believe, but it was happening. No choice but to roll with it.
Not like denying it changes shit. Had to buy in eventually.
Plus, sorry was sorry.
"Had some business. Couldn't check my phone."
"That doesn't even..."
Pig Hyung-chul—that's Pig-me—heard my excuse and ground his teeth, looking pissed as hell.
What was he so aggrieved about?
'But... didn't that fat fuck kill himself? Why's he bitching at me?'
I got murdered—unfair as shit. But he offed himself.
Listening to his yapping through two smokes, my head tilted in annoyance.
"Alright, alright. Shut it. Keep pushing and you die for real. Don't cross the line."
"H-ha... Got it... I was just frustrated..."
"So. What's the deal here?"
"Not sure exactly, but... probably some interdimensional body swap...?"
"This app's a special link between us."
"We swapped bodies when we died."
"And with the app's powers? We can do some wild shit."
His explanation was wordy but simple.
Anyway.
"So how've you been surviving? No cash, right?"
"Uh...? Just used the cards in my wallet...?"
Pig Hyung-chul scratched his head with a dumb look.
Still, rocking my old handsome face, he didn't scream total loser.
'But my cards were damn near empty...'
Seven months, though.
I asked Pig Hyung-chul.
"Cards barely had shit on 'em."
"...Huh? Kept working fine...?"
"What? What've you been doing? No one come looking?"
"Ah... Phones rang a ton at first, but I ignored 'em. After that, just a few. Money? PC bangs and delivery...?"
"Heh."
Figured he was barely scraping by in my deadbeat neighborhood, hitting PC bangs and grub deliveries.
'...Better than dumbassery, I guess.'
"Cool. Card PIN's 1004. Not much, but use it. Need more, holler."
"Whoa! For real? Bro! Then maybe..."
"What."
"Uh... need some cash top-up. Cards don't work for it. Not much—just 300k won...?"
"Heh."
What a clown.
Mental fortitude or just dense?
But his face was so desperate, I caved.
Not like he was asking for hooker money. He was me, I was him.
"Got like 3k in there. Spend it all if you want. Gotta sell the car and officetel later... We'll handle that. Burn the cash first. Ignore calls. Keep low like now—no issues."
"Awesome! Thanks, bro!!"
"Yeah. Call if shit hits."
"Yessir!!"
He grinned like an idiot and hung up.
Asked if he wasn't curious about his mom—said the screen's invisible to others.
Somehow he'd tested it.
I smoked one more, sorted my thoughts, and hopped back in Pig-mom's waiting car.
Pig Hyung-chul—Kim Hyung-chul—grabbed his wallet and bolted out the second the call ended.
At the ATM, he jammed in the card and gawked at the balance.
16,523,400 won
Way more than expected.
'This'll buy... gulp. How many untradeables?'
But a deal's a deal.
He pulled exactly 500k and raced back to the PC bang.
Scratched six 50k culture vouchers like a pro—dopamine exploded in his chest.
'Ooo!!'
Hooked up a trade with his dealer, equipped that shiny untradeable weapon he'd been eyeing.
Monitor corner: New isekai VTuber Himoring blaring while he farmed raids.
Item spec changes? Sign-ups flew today.
Blasted through 8-char raids in 7 hours flat.
Proud, posted gold sales on the official cafe, then stretched his stiff neck and hit a nearby motel as night fell.
'What today?'
Ordered a chicken, fired up VPN.
Unlike old world's stale vids, this isekai was fresh.
Sampling seriously when—another unknown call.
Didn't tell bro, but almost picked up at first.
Ditched it seeing the profile pic.
'Too... intense...'
Too pretty—intimidating.
His taste ran... different.
Pig Hyung-chul cranked the extreme loli vid and grabbed four tissues.
Then, phone in one hand, fired the Uhwa Doong-doong skill.
Sensory Disturbance
Brrrr...!
The instant his hand touched his dick—insane pleasure waves!
Blasted in under 5 seconds.
Eyes squeezed shut, he savored the afterglow, tore into the chicken, and crashed.
Pig Hyung-chul's routine—7 months strong—ticked on like clockwork.
Chatting with Mom in the car, we pulled up home soon enough.
"Let's go!"
"Sure."
She parked quick, hooked her arm in mine, and we hit the elevator.
Even riding up, she kept groping me all over like I was some curiosity.
"Look how good your body's gotten, son. How much did you drop?"
"Eh... Roughly 15 kilos?"
Half a year in the slammer—what else to do?
Hit my old routine, plus auto-regulated meals—shed it with fire.
"So like 70 kilos now?"
"Around there, yeah."
No exact weigh-in.
No scale on standby in jail.
Last time was...
Medical check for some illness scare. Close enough.
Ding.
"Son! Mom'll whip up food quick?"
"Yeah."
Home, she prepped dinner fast.
Parents wanting home-cooked for the returning prodigal? Something like that.
I slipped to my room quiet, fired up the phone app.
Name: Kim Hyung-chul (20)
Rank:Bronze
Abilities: [None]
Charm: F | Stamina: E | Vitality: D
Height: 169cm | Weight: 72kg
Dick: Length 12cm | Girth 11cm
Points: [0]
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'Ha... what a trip.'
Something told me life was about to get fun.